When the music's over
When the music is over, when the music went
here, when the music is over, turn off the lights,
turn off the lights, turn off the lights.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection, send my
references to detention houses,
I have few friends.
The face in the mirror will not disappear,
the girl at the window did not collapse. (...)
Before sink into the big sleep
I want to hear, I hear the scream of the butterfly
.
Come back, baby, come back in my arms.
We are tired of hanging around, waiting
with our heads stuck in the ground. I hear a noise
very mild
so close and yet so distant, so light, so clear,
come today, come today.
What did they do to the earth?
What have they done to our sister so pure?
They devastated, looted, gutted, torn
knives pierced the side of the blade,
impeded fences and drag force.
I hear a noise ... very sweet
With your ear to the ground ...
We want the world and we want ... We want
the world and we want it ... Now!
(...)
music is your only friend until the end,
until the end to end.
Jim Morrison The Doors
